Red blossoms in bloom
leave tender hearts doting
pink hearts blot the moon
and render dreams floating
imbued with rapture, left gloating
or perhaps dejected, downcast and rejected
blue, gainsaid...
Rain Falls Hard
Books Fall Hard
People
Fall
Hard.
But me?
I
Fall
Soft.
In a way
I
Fall Harder
Than
Anyone and everything
But
I
Fall
Soft
Because I
Transform into
Jelly
And
Smiles
And...
Longing sat and waited by the window, watching as the night sky split into day. The stars were still twinkling. He sent a glare to Apathy as she carelessly trampled over the blooming flowers. He yearned...
My love for nature was of parental design. I was raised in a household with a strict proscription of classic children's entertainment; even saying the word SpongeBob was taboo. My parents had convinced...
This month, the Literary Magazine arm of the Paw Print gave Sonoma Academy students a challenge to create two sentence stories about horror and satire. Here are the winners and some honorable mentions...